"Who ever said I was your friend?" Draco said, his pointed face twisting with disgust. Scrambling to his feet, he immediately lunged, curling a hand in the front of Weasley's shirt and reeling back for another wildly aimed punch. He no longer cared where the next blow landed, as long as it caused some pain.
"Look around you, you fool. The war's over. Nobody gives a damn about purebloods or The Dark Lord or any of it, anymore. We've moved on. Some of us have even grown up," he said, aiming for the ribs, this time, "Don't take it out on her that you can't manage it."
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Date: 2011-05-11 03:18 pm (UTC)"Look around you, you fool. The war's over. Nobody gives a damn about purebloods or The Dark Lord or any of it, anymore. We've moved on. Some of us have even grown up," he said, aiming for the ribs, this time, "Don't take it out on her that you can't manage it."